Last night, beyond exhausted, I kissed my husband goodnight and walked to the bedroom--leaving him to have free reign of the TV. I put in my earplugs, turned off the light, and settled in for a solid eight hours of sleep. I was almost dancing with sugar plumb fairies when I heard a muffled shouting coming from the living room.
Andrew knew that I went to bed, so I assumed his shouting was for something important... there was possibly even an emergency.
I ran to the living room, pulling out my earplugs.
"Hey, I had my earplugs in, what's going on!?"
Andrew laughed at the urgency in my voice.
"Oh..." he said clearly amused. "I um... didn't mean for you to get out of bed... I uh... just wanted to tell you... that I'm watching this show about people who are allergic to semen..."